This is what it’s like for me in the morning.

Out here in the country, you’d be surprised how easy it is to get a 5 AM rave and run going.

You just put out the word, and soon a bunch of headlamped and glowsticked people are here to run and party with you.

Just kidding.

It is quiet here in the morning.

I run in a black t-shirt and don’t wear a headlamp.

It’s just me, the bears, the snakes, and the on-coming headlights.

I do have a reflectorized Road ID so the infrequent drivers may still be able to see me.

We do live fairly far out in the country, so the traffic is minimal.  I wouldn’t recommend a black t-shirt as being an intelligent choice for night running, though.

Our bodies are sometimes fairly forgiving.  I’m a little over 2 weeks into a return to running and it’s hurting a lot less than it did that first day.  It’s starting to feel a little more normal to get up every morning for a short run.

Somewhere in the world, they’re having a disco night running party.

It isn’t anywhere close to here…unless you count my party of one.